Any Shape or Form

Johnny Redfield's aunt came from California, insisted on using her 'astral' name, and claimed to belong to a mysterious cult. At the cocktail party in her honor, the wealthy, eccentric widow had served up nothing but insults all afternoon. Now she lay with a bullet in her head in Johnny's English rose garden. Every guest had good reason to wish her dead. But only the ingenious Henry Gamadge could weed out the clue that pointed to a desperate killer with nothing left to lose by striking again.